We had a potluck last Saturday in honour of St. Patrick’s Day (no it wasn’t technically St. Patrick’s Day on Saturday but never mind) at Kelly’s. Nice time, first time really I’ve seen the new kids outside of Stirling. I brought a pasta salad whose only connection to Ireland is that the colours of the pasta matched the colours of the Irish flag. Actually it was not bad, but I’m not particularly fond of pasta salads as I find that oil and vinegar belong on leafy greens and pasta is just kind of gunky with it – even when it’s made with fancy walnut oil and has blue cheese and bacon in it. I really hate cooking bacon. I would have thought food science would have given us bacon that need not release copious amounts of water and fat while it cooks. Apparently not, we still have to deal with gunky, liquidy raw bacon, splattering as it cooks and finally leaving you with a big fatty mess that is mostly confined to the pan if you’re lucky. Don’t like vinegar much either, never buy it. And then my apartment smelled of bacon and vinegar for two days.
But I digress. After dinner we went to the Toucan (downtown pub) which was quieter than I would have thought and I realised that I am the only person in the entire astro group who does not drink at all. Everyone else had at least a pint of foamy yellow liquid. When I first came to Queen’s about half the group were non-drinkers, but that has not been the case for a long time.
From now on, I replace bacon with pancetta in all recipes. Cleaner, less watery, less fatty, and tastier.